Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Africa's Sahel

A boy stands alone,under the stinging heat,hungry and thirsty.Everywhere he sees animalslying over each other,teary eyes, stunned by the scale of deathlaid out before him.Even the skyseems to look onwith disbelief.Countless fliesmove over the carcasses,raising great grey cloudsbefore settling again.Visions of his mothercontinue,float.He is nearly certain she isn’t dead,wished he didn’t haveto witnessdeath.

Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has worked in the media industry as a Public Relations officer. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.